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Then various elements, against thee join'd, In one more various animal combin'd, And fram'd the clam'rous race of busy human-kină. IV.

The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was

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low, 'Till wrangling Science taught it noife and show, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abusive foe.

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But rebel Wit deferts thee oft in vain; Loft in the maze of words he turns again, And feeks a furer state, and courts thy gentle reign.

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Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free,
Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny,

And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee.

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With thee in private modeft Dulness lies,
And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's difguife;
Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wife!
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Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,

And 'tis in thee at laft that Wisdom feeks for rest.

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Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good

name,

The only honour of the wishing dame;

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Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of

Fame.

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But couldst thou feize fome tongues that now are free,

How church and state should be oblig'd to thee? At fenate, and at bar, how welcome wouldst thou

be?

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Yet Speech ev'n there fubmiffively withdraws, From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's

caufe: [laws. Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the noisy

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Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, What fav'rites gain, and what the nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repofe. XIII.

The country-wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown, Are best by thee express'd; and fhine in thee alone. XIV.

The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophiftry, 40 Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All reft in peace at last, and fleep eternally.

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Earl of DORSET.

ARTEMISIA.

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HOUGH Artemifia talks, by fits,
Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits;

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Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
Yet in fome things methinks fhe fails;
'Twere well if the could pare her nails,
And wear a cleaner fmock.

Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such naftinefs and fo much pride

Are oddly join'd by Fate:

On her large fquab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and stinks in ftate.

She wears no colours (fign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and black befide:
Dauntless her look, her gefture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And mafculine her ftride.

So have I feen, in black and white,
A prating thing, a magpye hight,
Majeftically stalk ;

A ftately, worthless animal,

That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
All flutter, pride, and talk.

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PHRYNE.

HRYNE had talents for mankind,
Open he was, and unconfin'd,

Like fome free port of trade:

Merchants unloaded here their freight,

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And agents from each foreign ftate,
Here first their entry made.

Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Whether th' Italian or the Dutch,
Spaniards or French came to her;
To all obliging fhe'd appear:
"Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynbeer,
'Twas S'il vous plaift, Monfieur.

Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,
At length the turns a bride:

In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She shines the first of batter'd jades,
And flutters in her pride.

So have I known those infects fair,
(Which curious Germans hold fo rare),
Still vary fhapes and dyes;

Still gain new titles with new forms;

Firft grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms,
Then painted butterflies.

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DR. SWIFT.

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The Happy Life of a COUNTRY-PARSON.

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ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing
Are better than the Bishop's bleffing.

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A wife that makes conferves; a steed
That carries double when there's need;
October store, and best Virginia,
Tithe-pig, and mortuary Guinea;
Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd,
For which thy patron's weekly thank'd;
A large concordance, bound long fince;
Sermons to Charles the First, when Prince:
A chronicle of ancient ftanding;
A Chryfoftom to fmooth thy band in.
The Polyglott----three parts,----my text,
Howbeit,--likewife----now to my next:
Lo here the Septuagint,----and Paul,
To fum the whole,----the close of all.
He that has these, may pass his life,
Drink with the 'fquire, and kiss his wife ;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
And faft on Fridays--if he will;
Toaft Church and Queen, explain the news,
Talk with church-wardens about
Pray heartily for fome new gift,
And fhake his head at Doctor S-----t.

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